[ the first thing he thinks and almost says when she says her name is alayne is, "no, your name is sansa. lady sansa, of house stark." the second thing is, perhaps he's mistaken. perhaps she isn't sansa stark after all. might be she just looks like her … except, no … no, that can't be right. the resemblance to lady catelyn is too striking. it's the high cheek bones, those bright blue eyes. her hair is different, darker and no longer tully red, and there's no denying that she's aged, but she's still the same girl that other man once knew. the third and final thing he thinks is how alayne, like jeyne, rhymes with pain. is that why you give me a false name? he wonders, forgetting his own as he hobbles closer, struggling to his knees to toss a few more pieces of wood into the flames. ]
The men you were with … were they Dr—Dreadfort men? [ he asks, keeping his eyes down as he speaks. ]
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The men you were with … were they Dr—Dreadfort men? [ he asks, keeping his eyes down as he speaks. ]